They say the creases of a book mark the pages you were stuck on the longest
They say the creases of your heart mark the moments you will never forget
I fall asleep every night pleading with God to wake me from this horror in which I
Live
But nothing ever changes. Life never changes
Maybe I'm stuck on one of the pages
God, am I stuck on one of the pages?
You wrote the plot to make me who I am

Expectations piercing through my chest, I try to escape, but these labels are
Too heavy to lift
I have my problems, but I'm not convinced they're self-inflicted
So I blame them on the author of the universe
Responsible for my identity, or lack thereof
I try so hard to prove that I'm improving, driven by the fear that I'll never
Change

Would it be too much to ask you to change my story from the bottom up?
Jesus, teach me how to suffer like a saint
When agony returns once again to call my name
Am I able to tolerate a chaos that I didn't shape?
Christ, promise me I won't lose my faith